If you shoot me, my whole posse from Sleepy Cat is right below us in the aspens.
"Nan of Music Mountain"
Frank H. Spearman
Scott had urged on them but one parting caution-not to leave the aspens until rain began falling.
"Nan of Music Mountain"
Frank H. Spearman
She rocked him, gently, and her wonderful voice came, sweet and low like the murmur of brooks, the distant song of birds, the sighing of aspens in a summer night's scented breeze.
"A Top-Floor Idyl"
George van Schaick